It’s quite hilarious, is it not?
That I, a mere stranger writes about you so
I dare not mock
But the deviousness of it all makes the giggles all the more flow
You see, I’ve been in deep cogitation
Wondering if I’d receive a poem just the same
For I am anxious, somewhat eager to know my victim’s name
After all, I do write about you
As if I was a familiar friend
You will be forever in thought
Upon what my motives are
And I will tell you yet again
I am just a person who delights in conspiracy--and no
That is not true, I delight in love and its powers
Raging against the unknown
